Married a Secret Billionaire

Persephone glanced at Seamus, who was still wrapped in bandages.

"Go back to rest. You are still injured and can't stand for too long," she softly said.

Seamus gazed into the distance and remained silent for a moment before smiling faintly.

"Miss, am I useless?"

"What are you saying?!"

"I can't even protect you..."

A sense of guilt crawled over Persephone's heart like ivy on a wall.

"Don't be like this." She looked at him. "If not for you this time, I wouldn't know what terrible things might have happened... Seamus, thankfully, you're by my side."

"Really?" Seamus turned around.

Perhaps due to the lighting, Persephone had the feeling that Seamus looked even gloomier, like thick dark clouds on the horizon. There was an indescribable sense of oppression.

you had to choose between me and Morpheus,

aback, her hands subconsciously

is the one you like, and I, to put it nicely, am your bodyguard. Bluntly speaking, I'm just a dog of

"Seamus!"

uncomfortable. She recalled a time from her childhood when she had been riding a horse, and the horse had been alarmed out of the blue. It had galloped around the track with her. She had been terrified, screaming, and it was Seamus who had

was just a teenage boy. He could have easily lost his life to the horse's hooves,

is for you." His voice was hoarse. "Don't worry. Once I'm healed,

on healing first. Right now, your health

Wynn, arranging to

moment, then carefully dressed up before arriving on time. As he entered a dark corner of the bar, there was only one table there, oddly out of place

only half a cup of

opposite him but immediately stood

nodded, he sat back down with

face made Seamus